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SCENE II.
A council-chamber in the palace: Nero with his councillors discovered; Nero in the act of speaking.Nero.
Yes, Servius; formerly we have admitted,
As minor powers, amongst the ancient gods
Of high imperial Rome, the foreign deities
Of friendly nations; but these Nazarenes
Scorn such association, proudly claiming
For that which is the object of their faith,
Sole, undivided homage: and our altars,
Our stately temples, the majestic forms
Of Mars, Apollo, thund'ring Jove himself,
By sculptor's art divine so nobly wrought,
Are held by these mad zealots in contempt.
Examine, sayst thou! shall imperial Cæsar
Deign to examine what withstands his power?
I marvel at thy folly, Servius Sillus.
Enter an Officer.
Offi.
The Pontiff, mighty Cæsar, waits without
And craves admittance.
Nero.
Let him be admitted.
Enter Pontiff.
Pontiff, thy visage, if I read it well,
Says that some weighty matter brings thee here:
Thou hast our leave to speak.
Pontiff.
Imperial Nero, didst thou not condemn,
That eloquent, but pestilential Nazarene,
The Grecian Ethocles, whose specious words
Wrap in delusion all who listen to him,
Spreading his baleful errors o'er the world?
Nero.
Did I condemn him! E'en this very day,
He in the Amphitheatre meets his doom;
Having, I trust, no power of words to charm
The enchafed lion, or the famish'd wolf.
Pontiff.
I am inform'd, and I believe it true,
That this bold malefactor is enlarged.
Nero.
It is impossible! Cordenius Maro
Is sworn to guard the prisoner; or, failing,
(How could he fail?)
to pay with his own life
The forfeit. But behold his fav'rite friend,
The Parthian prince, who will inform us truly.
Enter Orceres, followed by Sulpicius.
Orceres, is thy friend Cordenius coming?
I have commanded him, and at this hour,
To bring his guarded prisoner to the palace,
Here to remain till the appointed time.
Or.
I know not; nor have I beheld Cordenius
Since yesterday; when, at an early hour,
Sulpicius and myself met him by chance:
But for the prisoner, he is at hand,
E'en at the palace gate; for as we enter'd
We saw him there, well circled round with guards,
Though in the martial throng we saw not Maro.
Nero
(to the pontiff).
Said I not so? (To an officer.)
Command them instantly
To bring this wordy Grecian to our presence.
[Exit officer.
Sulpicius, thou hast known this Ethocles;
Is he a madman or ambitious knave,
Who sought on human folly to erect
A kind of fancied greatness for himself?
Sul.
I know not which, great Nero.
Nero.
And didst thou not advise me earnestly
To rid the state of such a pestilence?
Sul.
And so I still advise thee; for this Greek
Is dang'rous above all, who with their lives,
Have yet paid forfeit for their strange belief.
They come: the prisoner in foreign garb
So closely wrapp'd, I scarcely see his face.
Enter prisoner, attended.
Pontiff.
If it in truth be he.
Nero
(to the pontiff).
Dost thou still doubt? (To the prisoner.)
Stand forth, audacious rebel to my will!
Dost thou still brave it, false and subtle spirit?
Cor.
(throwing off his Grecian cloak, and advancing to Nero).
I am not false, Augustus; but if subtle,
Add to my punishment what shall be deem'd
Meet retribution. I have truly sworn,
Or to produce thy thrall, or, therein failing,
To give my life for his; and here I stand.
Ethocles, by a higher power than thine,
Is yet reserved for great and blessed ends.
Take thou the forfeit; I have kept my oath.
Nero.
I am amazed beyond the power of utt'rance!
Grows it to such a pitch that Rome's brave captains
Are by this wizard sorcery so charm'd?
Then it is time, good sooth! that sweeping vengeance
Should rid the earth of every tainted thing
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Thou who hast fought our battles, graced our state,
And borne a noble Roman's honour'd name,
What, O what power could tempt thee to this shame?
Cor.
I have been tempted by that mighty Power
Who gave to Rome her greatness, to the earth
Form and existence; yea, and to the soul
Of living, active man, sense and perception:
But not to shame, O Cæsar! not to shame!
Nero.
What, hast thou not become a Nazarene,
As now I apprehended? Say, thou hast not;
And though thy present act is most audacious,
Yet will I spare thy life.
Cor.
If thou wouldst spare my life, and to that grace
Add all the wealth of Rome, and all the power
Of Rome's great lord, I would not for the bribe
Be other than I am, or what I am
Basely deny.
Nero.
Thou art a Christian, then? Thou art a maniac!
Cor.
I am a man, who, seeing in the flames
Those dauntless Christians suffer, long'd to know
What power could make them brave the fear of death,
Disgrace, and infamy. And I have learnt
That they adore a God,—one God, supreme,
Who, over all men, His created sons,
Rules as a father; and beholding sin,
Growth of corruption, mar this earthly race,
Sent down to earth His sinless heavenly son,
Who left, with generous devoted love,
His state of exaltation and of glory,
To win them back to virtue, yea, to virtue
Which shall be crown'd with never-ending bliss.
I've learnt that they with deep adoring gratitude
Pay homage to that Son, the sent of God,
Who here became a willing sacrifice
To save mankind from sin and punishment,
And earn for them a better life hereafter,
When mortal life is closed. The heart's deep homage
Becometh well such creatures, so redeem'd.
Nero.
Out on that dreaming madness!
Cor.
Is it madness
To be the humble follower of Him,
Who left the bliss of heaven to be for us
A man on earth, in spotless virtue living,
As man ne'er lived: such words of comfort speaking,
To rouse, and elevate, and cheer the heart,
As man ne'er spoke; and suff'ring poverty,
Contempt, and wrong, and pain, and death itself,
As man ne'er suffer'd? O, if this be madness,
Which makes each generous impulse of my nature
Warm into ecstasy, each towering hope
Rise to the noblest height of bold conception;
That which is reason call'd, and yet has taught you
To worship different gods in every clime,
As dull and wicked as their worshippers,
Compared to it, is poor, confined, and mean,
As is the Scythian's curtain'd tent, compared
With the wide range of fair, expanded nature.
Nero.
Away, away, with all those lofty words!
They but bewilder thee.
Cor.
Yet hear them, Nero! O resist them not!
Perhaps they are appointed for thy good,
And for the good of thousands. When these hands
Which have so oft done Rome a soldier's service,
This tongue which speaks to thee, are turn'd to ashes,
What now appears so wild and fanciful,
May be remember'd with far other feelings.
It is not life that I request of Nero,
Although I said these hands have fought for Rome.
No; in the presence of these senators,
First bind thyself by every sacred oath
To give this body to the flames, then hear me;
O could I speak what might convince Rome's chief,
Her senators, her tribes, her meanest slaves,
Of Christ's most blessed truth, the fatal pile
Would be to me a car of joyful triumph,
Mounted more gladly than the laurell'd hero
Vaults to his envied seat, while Rome's throng'd streets
Resound his shouted name. Within me stirs
The spirit of truth and power which spoke to me,
And will upon thy mind—
Nero.
I charge thee cease!
Or.
Nay, Emperor! might I entreat for him?
Cor.
(catching hold of Orceres eagerly).
Not for my life.
Or.
No; not for that, brave Maro! (To Nero.)
Let me entreat that he may freely speak.
Fearst thou he should convince thee by his words?
That were a foul affront to thine own reason,
Or to the high divinities of Rome.
Nero.
Cease, Prince of Parthia! nor too far presume
Upon a noble stranger's privilege.
Pontiff.
Shall words so bold be to thine car august
So freely utter'd with impunity?
Or.
Pontiff; I much revere thy sacred office,
But scorn thy paltry words. Not freely speak!
Not with impunity! Is this a threat?
Let Rome's great master, or his angry slaves,
Shed one drop of my blood, and on our plains,
Where heretofore full many a Roman corse,
With Parthian arrows pierced, have vultures fed,
Twice thirty thousand archers in array,
Each with his bow strain'd for the distant mark,
Shall quickly stand, impatient for revenge.
Not with impunity!
Sul.
Nay, nay, Orceres! with such haughty words
Thou'lt injure him thou pleadst for. Noble Cæsar!
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To speak his thoughts. This brave deluded youth
Is now, as I sincerely do believe,
Beneath the power of strong and dire enchantment.
Hear not his raving words, but spare his life;
And when its power (for all delusion holds
Its power but for a season) shall be spent,
He will himself entreat your clemency,
And be again the soldier of the state,
Brave and obedient. Do not hear him now:
Command him to retire.
Cor.
I thank thee, good Sulpicius, but my life,
For which thou pleadst, take no account of that;
I yield it freely up to any death,
Cruel or merciful, which the decree
Of Cæsar shall inflict, for leave to speak
E'en but a few short moments. Princely Nero!
The strong enchantment which deludes my soul
Is, that I do believe myself the creature,
Subject, and soldier, if I so may speak,
Of an Almighty Father, King, and Lord,
Before whose presence, when my soul shall be
Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear,
There to remain with all the great and good
That e'er have lived on earth, yea, and with spirits,
Higher than earth e'er own'd, in such pure bliss
As human heart conceives not,—if my life,
With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance
From pard'ning love and merey; but, if otherwise,
That I shall pass into a state of misery
With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons:
That I believe this earth on which we stand
Is but the vestibule to glorious mansions,
Through which a moving crowd for ever press;
And do regard the greatest Prince, who now
Inflicts short torment on this flesh, as one
Who but in passing rudely rends my robe.
And thinkest thou that I, believing this,
Will shrink to do His will whom I adore?
Or thinkest thou this is a senseless charm,
That soon will pass away?
Nero.
High words, indeed, if resting on good proof!
A maniac's fancies may be grand and noble.
Cor.
Ay, now thou list'nest, as a man should listen,
With an inquiring mind. Let me produce
The proofs which have constrain'd me to believe,
From written lore and well-attested facts;—
Let me produce my proofs, and it may be
The Spirit of Truth may touch thy yielding heart,
And save thee from destruction.
Nero.
Ha! dost thou think to make of me a convert?
Away, weak fool! and most audacious rebel!
Give proofs of thy obedience, not thy faith,
If thou wouldst earn thy pardon.
Cor.
If thou condemn me in the flames to die,
I will and must obey thee; if to live,
Disgraced by pardon won through treachery
To God, my King supreme, and His bless'd Christ,
I am, indeed, thy disobedient rebel.
Nero.
And shall as such most dearly pay the forfeit.
Out!—take him from my presence till the time
Of public execution!
Cordenius Maro, thou shalt fall this day
By no ignoble foe;—a noble lion
Famish'd and fierce shall be thy adversary.
And dost thou smile and raise thy head at this,
In stately confidence?
Cor.
God will deliver me from every adversary.
And thou too smilest.—Yes; he will deliver
That which I call myself. For this poor form
Which vests me round, I give it to destruction,
As gladly as the storm-beat traveller,
Who, having reach'd his destined place of shelter,
Drops at the door his mantle's cumbrous weight.
Nero
(going).
Then to thy visionary hopes I leave thee,
Incorrigible man! Here, in this chamber
Keep him secure till the appointed hour.
[To the officers, &c.
Off, good Sulpicius! hang not on me thus!
Sul.
O mighty Cæsar! countermand your orders:
Delay it but a month, a week, a day.
[Exeunt Nero, Sulpicius, senators, &c., Sulpicius still keeping close to Nero in the act of supplication.—Orceres, Cordenius, and guards remain, the guards standing respectfully at a distance in the background.
Or.
Noble Cordenius! can thy martial spirit
Thus brook to be a public spectacle,
Fighting with savage beasts, the sport of fools,
Till thou shalt fall, deform'd and horrible,
Mangled and piecemeal torn? It must not be.
Cor.
Be not so moved, Orceres; I can bear it:
The God I worship, who hath made me humble,
Hath made me dauntless too. And for the shame
Which, as I guess, disturbs thee most, my Master,
The Lord and Leader I have sworn to follow,
Did as a malefactor end his days,
To save a lost, perverted race: shall I
Feel degradation, then, in following Him?
Or.
In this, alas! thou'lt follow Him too surely;
But whither, noble Maro?
Cor.
E'en to my destined home, my Father's house.
Or.
And where is that? O, canst thou tell me where?
Beyond the ocean, or beneath the earth?
Be there more worlds than this, beyond our ken
In regions vast, above the lofty stars?
Could we through the far stretch of space descry
E'en but the distant verge, though dimly mark'd,
Of any other world, I would believe
That virtuous men deceased have in good truth
A destined place of rest.
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Believe it—O, believe it, brave Orceres!
Or.
I'll try to do it. I'll become a Christian,
Were it but only to defy this tyrant.
Cor.
Thou must receive with a far different spirit
The faith of Jesus Christ. Perhaps thou wilt.
My heart leaps at the thought. When I am dead,
Remain in Rome no longer. In the East
Search thou for Ethocles, whom I have rescued;
And if he shall convert thee, O how richly
He will repay all I have done for him!—
But I would now withdraw a little space,
To pour my thoughts in prayer and thankfulness
To Him, the great, the good, the wise, the just,
Who holds man's spirit in His own high keeping,
And now supports my soul, and will support it,
Till my appointed task is done. In secret
The hearts by Jesus taught were bid to pray,
And, if it be permitted, so will I. (To the guards, who advance as he speaks to them.)
My guards, and, some time past, my fellow soldiers,
Let me remain alone a little while,
And fear not my escape. If ye distrust me,
Watch well the door, and bind my hands with chains!
1st offi.
Yes, brave Cordenius, to another chamber
Thou mayst retire, and we will watch without.
But be thy person free: we will not bind,
With felon cord or chain, those valiant hands,
Which have so often for thy country fought,
Until we are commanded.
Cor.
I thank you all, my friends, and I believe
That I shall meet and thank you too hereafter;
For there is something in you God must love. (To 1st officer.)
And, loving, will not give to reprobation.
Codrus, thou once didst put thy life in hazard,
And suffer much to save a helpless Greek
Who sought protection of thee. (Turning to the 2d officer.)
Ay, and thou,
Young Lelius, once a rich and tempting ransom
Didst freely to a captive wretch remit.
Ye are of those whom Jesus came to save:
Yes; we shall meet hereafter. (To 3d officer.)
And thou, my former enemy, weep'st thou?
We're enemies no more; thou art my brother.
I will retire; my little term of life
Runs fleetly on; I must not spend it thus.
[Exeunt.
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